Porkum Seduces Her

Porkum let Susan Storm rub her face against the swollen head of his cock. With systematic care, he stripped the Invisible Woman of her suit. Her costume. Let her tongue slide up and down his tumescent prick, until she lay naked against him. His body against her. His hands over her thighs, careful to avoid her wound.

If he just let her do as she wished, the precum-drunk heroine would be addicted to his dick. Yet that wasn't what Porkum wanted. He'd had enough cock-obsessed super-sluts fawn over his fuckmuscle. No, Porkum wanted something much more precious—her heart.

He wanted Sue Storm to love him more than she loved her husband. Her family. Her children.

With easy strength, the obese pig-man raised Sue Storm's lower half up. Her knees came to rest on his shoulders, and she clung desperately to his tower of flesh as he buried his snout in the crack of her ass. Some women thought that was dirty. Yet Porkum didn't mind a bit of filth. His long pink tongue flicked out to taste her cunny. A moan whispered from Sue Storm's mouth.

Like most women, Sue Storm had experienced a criminal lack of oral sex in her life. Conscientious as Reed Richards might be in other respects, like many men he often failed to satisfy his wife, to meet his obligations in bed. Porkum wondered if she was one of those sad women who had to finish themselves off afterwards, furtively rubbing their little slits because their hubby's pecker couldn't quite do the pecking.

Porkum dragged her forward. His tongue lapped at her hairy cunny. There would be a time, later, to plunge his tongue into that honeypot and fuck her with his mouth. To taste the mouth of her womb and feel her cunt clench around him as she shook and lost control. Now, tonight, though—this wasn't about testing Sue's limits.

It was about making her dreams come true. Especially the naughty ones she never dared tell anyone about.

His tongue found her clit. His hands ran up and down her naked body. Sue shivered uncontrollably, her precum-drunk mind struggled to understand the new sensations that flowed through her. Porkum's strength. His gentleness. The expertise with which his tongue massaged that super-sensitive nub of flesh. How his hands found her breasts as they hung down. The extra stimulation sent Sue over the edge.

Sue Storm's back arched as her upper body strength gave out. Porkum's mouth filled with a salty-sweet gush from the Invisible Woman's cockhole, and he drank it greedily, dark eyes flashed as Sue hugged the base of his cock, her cheek pressed against his shaft.

Strange emotions assailed her. Familiar. Terrible. The strange puppy-love flutter in her stomach. The hot intensity of making love for the first time. Her heart hammered against her chest and seemed to swell, hot and overpowering as first love. Yet it was so much more intense than anything she'd ever felt with Reed. So immediate.

Distantly, Sue realized she should fight this. She loved her husband...she thought she loved her husband...

Porkum's hands came up to squeeze her buttocks. The anticipation in Sue's stomach didn't diminish. It grew. Her blue eyes went wide as she felt Porkum's tongue continue to attack her, to trace the folds of her labia and always, always circle back to her clit.

Reed had never done that. A few minutes of tepid cunnilingus, some impassioned moaning and play-acting on her part, and then he would think his job was done. Yet Porkum—one climax was only an appetizer for him. An opening move in a carnal chess match which Sue Storm didn't even know how to play. As her body built up toward another climax, the pig-like mutant gustily breathed in the scent of her musky cunny, her juices dribbled down his chin, and his fingers rubbed and coaxed, caressed and crushed.

Orgasm by orgasm. Unwanted climax by climax, dragged from her one after another. With infinite patience and skill, as the brain-melting chemicals oozed from the tip of his prick and kept Sue in an unnatural state of susceptibility and heightened arousal, a chunk formed in her emotional armor—a crack that would grow wider and wider as he brought her from ecstasy to ecstasy, until she thought her pussy might grow numb. Until she lost count of how many times her body had surrendered to his tongue, and her own tongue worshiped at the stiff, thick tumescence that was swiftly becoming the center of her universe.

"That's it, babe," Porkum said as Sue's hips began to move, to grind her quim into his snout. Her every muscle tense, her every nerve on edge. "Just think about it—how nice it would be. I could make you cum like this all night, every night—if you were mine."

Sue Storm's upper lip quivered. It was insane. Wrong. It was wonderful. Terrifying. Exhilarating. Her body ached in places it never had before, her mind teetered in exhaustion, and in that moment she could not tell what was real or false. Her old life felt like a cold, distant dream compared to the endless erotic onsault she had just endured.

It felt like a proposal. It felt...right. More right than anything else in the world.

"Okay," Sue whispered.